Larryjohnson cast his chicken bones apparently correctly as the rain let up, although there is still considerable humidity. We've made good time in spite of heavy seas and badly stained maps of the Great Lakes provided by michigander, which had us headed south until we saw icebergs and decided to do a 180. We're off Timaru, over half way from Dunedin to Christchurch.
Fred Mertz has done well, considering having to dodge stuff in the dark and muttering about the windchill. We tried to get him to wear more than his dayglow red speedo, but he thinks he looks sexy in it.
Rest of crew mostly fast asleep after having heavily celebrated a pre-Thanksgiving feast. (They seem to find something to celebrate daily, greatly reducing LadyX's and ship's physician's limited medicinal suppies.)
Cobby and Eaker are muttering about being issued only slingshots, but since they have already shot themselves several times in the feet with them trying to figure out which end is which, we are considering giving them nothing more dangerous than soft plastic toothpicks. Aquamarine seems to have recovered from her unfortunate incident yesterday and is mumbling around in the galley trying to awake WVNan and Pippin to help cook pancakes. Scuttlebutt is snoring loudly with Thud in his lap, both badly needing baths.
Beowolf has not been seen, but he may be in one of the outriggers with other crew members. Someone finally concluded that having equally weighed outriggers on both sides of the ship prevent the severe listing which caused scuttlebutt to fall in the sea and cut himself on the barnacles. We need to remind master at arms humblegunner to not follow good intentioned lodwick's advice to field dress the wounded. It took a bit to sew up scuttlebutt, but he does look better, if somewhat pale.
All is well. Time to awake LadyX so she can prepare her dawn crew lecture on "Mooning Japanese Cruise Ship Passengers Tends to Irritate Them."
it was 9:00pm! LOL!!
In the great state of Maryland, that is!
Actually the problem was that in the normal bureaucratic foul-ups aboard ship, I was issued Eaker's left handed slingshot.
After our feet became mutilated we switched, and all is now well....except our feet.